R.I.P Andrew Barton “Banjo” Paterson 17/02/1864 – 05/02/41 I woke up to a lovely Sunday morning at 10am. I had a delicious breakfast with...

AUSTRALIA’S BEST LOVED POETS MY DEDICATION: At first this title threw me a bit It made me think some, ponder and sit A clever plan I come...

To an old mate, a prouder man than you Saint Peter, the new chum Jackeroo Taking his chance, a May night on the mountains The city...

First to mind and topping the list Is a poet that just can’t be missed? He is the one that we call know The happy beaming Mr. Banjo One...

THERE'S AN END TO TEARS - THE LAKE IS FULL. HOPEFULLY ONE CAN COPE WITH FUTURE FEARS AND THINK THAT LIFE IS 'COOL'. SUICIDE IS NOT THE...

Learned lesson one when I was young Don’t swear at Mum Then I learnt lesson two Don’t swear at Dad too Lesson three learnt on the job...

The day started off a real true blue Aussie Summer Day, calm as a sleeping kitten and as still as a que in Centrelink; thankfully not...

Don’t remember much of the morning that day as I slept 16 hours on the 14th and 12 hours on the 15th and then on Sunday I felt like I was...

A minute before midnight we sat on our bed Thinking about a poem for tomorrow when I wanted to sleep instead Six months of planning last...